Tires from Holed Up by Seth Hanson

Patience is a fragile load
Safety is beat up poem
And I…am afraid of the truth that the future knows
But let the tires face the open road

And I… still find the stillness warm
But how can any progress come when we wrap ourselves in comfort?
The strongest days are found in the harshest months
Let the tires face the road, so I won't have to run

Every hour, is shorter than the last
So Counting in the future only shortens what we have
And I…get lost anew on every step
Take me away, leave with a slower dance

And I… will stumble out of practice
The movements are too quick for me to see their grander scheme
But I know when chaos takes us in its wing
Every passing glance, will be a wounded man, coming home across the sea

• Acoustic
• Country
• alternative
• folk
• indie
• singer-songwriter
• Boston